I love this photograph, though it elicits a sense of longing, a sense of something missed. I grew up in New York apartments, where learning to ride a bike was not part of my life, nor the lives of those I knew.
In my late teens I attempted bike riding in Central Park, always feeling nervous, scared, unsure. I knew that I had missed the time in which to take on this new task without trepidation. I missed the chance for this to become a natural, simple and secure part of the things I do.
As Sir Ken Robinson says...I became afraid of being wrong.
I envy those who master this skill while young, while believing all is possible.
I think that riding a bicycle must feel a bit like flying....